On and On

And the beat goes on and on
And the beat goes on and on
And the beat goes on and on
And the beat goes on and on
And on and on
And on and on
I throw shades and peace signs
Need more cheese to resign
The top seems out of my reach im behind
Stop look listen and read between lines
I grew up in southsides
Been through shit with like minds
Pop goes a weasel the cops are outside
Sky is the limit thank god the skys high
Im in six feet of decline
Wish I could hit the rewind
It dont make sense to be kind
It dont make sense to be kind
My arms too short for divines
I pray for eyes for seeing signs
Bad shit happens it aint the whole time
Good shit happens im on my own time
And the beat goes on and on
And the beat goes on and on
And the beat goes on and on
And the beat goes on and on
And on and on
And on and on